Kyuubi's Pet | By : TJChaos Category: Naruto > General Views: 10032 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
Disclaimer: The following is a farcical parody. The events portrayed within are a ludicrous representation of a fictional world. I don't own Naruto, but if I did there'd be a lot more nubile ninja lovin'. Also, I make no profit from this. That's a shame. |
++ CHAPTER 5 ++
Queen Sakura
Haruno Sakura gave a great sigh and stretched languidly. She slouched back in her chair and looked down her tight body, naked but for the jewelled necklaces and bracelets and rings. Her breasts rose and fell in time with her elevated breathing, and she moaned pleasurably as she shifted her weight once more.
“Faster,” she purred and closed her emerald eyes, savouring the sensations.
Her breathing quickly became laboured and her face flushed deeply. Her eyes opened, slowly, drunkenly as she looked down once more to the place between her legs from where the warmth was spreading.
She grinned widely. “Good… that’s good,” she said. “Yes, just like that.” Her voice was soft to the point of breaking, barely a whisper. “But faster now, my pet. Yes, good feelings.”
Her body began to twist and jerk slightly as the waves of pleasure threatened to overflow. Her chest was heaving now, rising and falling with her juddering breaths.
She began to moan, slowly at first, but building rapidly to a crescendo. With one final exclamation of joy, her hips bucked in the air and a shiver went down her slender body as she came.
Falling back into the chair, her brow dripping with sweat, she looked at the face emerged from her crotch and said, “Drink it. Drink it all.”
There were slurping sound at her pink-thatched pussy as the figure down there lapped up her honey, laced with Kyuubi’s own malevolent chakra. After a few seconds, the face peered up at her once more, a blank look upon its face and a small trickle of honey seeping from the corner of its mouth and down over its chin.
“Th-thank you, Saku-sama,” came the high-pitched, stuttering voice.
Sakura smiled even wider. “You’re welcome. Good dog, Hinata.”
Sakura now knew all about corruption. It was hard for people to understand, she thought. They think they do, but it’s not until they encounter true malevolence and feel the distortion within that they realise they knew nothing.
Sakura was good. She was kind and she was nice. But when she left with Naruto – or the shell that had once been Naruto – she had soon become twisted and distorted in a way she had never expected. First came the lust. She would give herself to the beast as often as he desired and it would dominate her for days on end until it became exhausted. Sakura had begun to enjoy their periods of seemingly unending lovemaking when she would scream and scream until she was hoarse and would come time and time again until she could barely remember her own name. At the climax – the final, glorious climax – the beast would mark her with its devil seed and leave behind a piece of its corrupting chakra, tainting her own. It was like a drug, and there was nothing like it in the world. But then the beast would sleep for a week to recover its energy. And this left Sakura alone with her overpowering lust, craving as much pleasure as she could get, but never quite as good as with Kyuubi.
It had been about a year now. As she led Hinata down to her cell – the nervous girl crawling on all fours and Sakura pulling her by her leash – she thought to herself that she hadn’t really changed that much. Not really. She was the same nice and cheerful Sakura.
Just a little more… twisted.
She treated her slaves well. Originally it was just her and Kyuubi, but after a while people had come after them. Stupid people. When they were defeated, Sakura would alter their memories with drugs (because it would be a problem if the ninja villages found out where they were – Kyuubi was just too dangerous) and keep them to satisfy her own perverted needs.
OK, so maybe that wasn’t such a nice thing to do. But the safety of the world was at stake! Who would begrudge her a quick fuck or two?
She would keep them for a month and then discard them, erasing their memories so they would never remember what had happened to them or where Kyuubi was. And this was a good arrangement for the first six months – until they stopped coming. And all of a sudden Sakura was alone.
Then, a long, excruciating month later, a party of three female ninjas came. Sakura was so delighted to have some new toys that she decided not to let them go this time. After all, she was the one keeping the dreaded Kyuubi at bay and she had needs of her own. And they were probably planning to do horrible things to Naruto to get to Kyuubi anyway.
And so these were the first three to have their memories totally wiped by Sakura. She branded them with a special tattoo linked to her own chakra so that they could not leave without her permission – not that they’d want to. After they’d tasted the nectar of Saku-sama, they began to crave her corrupted chakra, just like Sakura in turn craved the Kyuubi.
Whenever someone came too close to their hideaway, Sakura would add them to her harem. Men, women – it didn’t matter. After a while the caves where they were hiding had become Sakura’s own pleasure palace.
But there was something missing. She began sending her ninjas off into the outside world to retrieve treasures for her – gold and silver and gemstones of every colour. She started to wear great necklaces of them, and bangles and rings, and also decorated with velvet cushions and silken drapes.
Soon it became a veritable palace. And with her jewellery and her fuck-slaves, Sakura was content.
She had never intended to see any of her old friends again. But one day Hinata had come, snooping around looking for Naruto. Sakura had intended to just make her forget, but she was adamant that she wanted to see Naruto again, no matter what.
She had been standing there, all wide-eyed and teary, and Sakura was feeling a little horny, so what else could she do? Sakura agreed to let Hinata stay on the one condition that she would join her ninja harem.
The black-haired girl was so happy. So Sakura had drugged her, and branded her, and fucked her, and humiliated her to satisfy her own perverse desires. If she wanted to see Naruto again, well, she’d just have to wait. And while they were waiting, Saku-sama had urges. And Hinata would have to satisfy Saku-sama’s urges because only Saku-sama could let little Hinata-chan see her precious Naruto-kun again.
It was all a little cruel, really. Because there was no way in Hell that Hinata would ever get anywhere near Kyuubi. Sakura was its Queen, and she would not allow any other woman to experience what she did. Ever.
She didn’t feel guilty about stringing Hinata along because she was incapable of feeling that emotion anymore. And anyway, Hinata liked it here. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. So Sakura was doing a nice thing.
She was a nice person.
After she’d led Hinata back to her cell, and used a Chinpo no Jutsu to fuck her in the ass, Sakura made her way back to her throne room. The jewellery on her person jingled together as she walked, and she enjoyed the sound as well as the feel of cool metal against her naked skin.
As well as the many rings that adorned her fingers, the bejewelled collar that surrounded her neck, the heavy golden bangles around her wrists and ankles, and the many precious stones on golden chains around her neck, Sakura had many diamonds and rubies and emeralds braided into her hair, which had grown much longer since she had left Konoha. She liked the feeling her perpetual nakedness and unkempt hair gave her. It made her feel unrestrained, capable of anything. And inside this palace she was capable of anything. She had power over every person here – even Kyuubi, in a way. It was due to the use of her sexy body that Sakura controlled the beast’s rampage. Whatever she wanted, she got.
As she walked down one corridor she saw one of her ninjas pleasuring herself on the floor, and Sakura covertly manipulated her chakra mark so that the girl would never reach orgasm. This sadistic act brought the pink-haired Overlord a tingle of excitement in her loins as she walked on, leaving behind the sound of feverish grunting as the girl tried to bring herself over an edge that would never come.
I’ll pay her back later, thought Sakura. Because I’m a nice person.
She reached her throne room. Inside, surrounding the big chair in the middle – the same one where Hinata had lingu-ed her cunny – various men and woman of Sakura’s clan were having an orgy. This was a normal occurrence. Sakura liked to treat her subordinates to as much sex as they wanted. Besides, she liked to watch. She sat on her throne, surveyed her kingdom, and masturbated.
Soon, a lone ninja came in. Sakura recognised her as one of the original three members of her harem, a brunette, short-haired girl who must have been about eighteen or nineteen years old.
“Saku-sama, I have wonderful news. We have the girl you wanted!” she said.
Sakura was delighted. She had been waiting for this! Ever since she had dominated Hinata, she started to look back on her time in Konoha with a different perspective, one that the Kyuubi’s corruptive influence had given her. She thought of all the people she had met, and suddenly desired them! Not just Hinata, but she wanted to make Shinzune a fuck-pet! Temari would make a good cunny licker!
And so she had sent her ninjas out to kidnap certain people to integrate them into her ninja harem. So she had made Shizune into a cum-hungry bitch, and Temari was good at licking her royal pussy. And now…
Now! She finally had Tenten in her grasp! Oh, the fun she was going to have breaking her!
“Put her in the dungeon!” said Sakura, gleefully. “You’ve done an excellent job! You will find a girl in the corridor outside. Get her to eat you out as a reward.”
The girl flushed with anticipation. “Thank you Saku-sama!”
Sakura watched her go. It was good to reward good results.
The girl turned into the corridor where the other girl was still frigging herself, trying desperately to reach orgasm.
“Saku-sama says you’re to eat me out,” said the bearer of good news.
The other girl sighed. “Well, I’m a bit busy here. Please sit on my face.”
And so the girl did. And it was good.
After she had come (at which time the girl on the floor glared at her and said, “lucky bitch” under her breath) she collapsed, unconscious, onto the cold stone floor.
Her spirit drifted through the opulence of Sakura’s palace of lust and outside…
… Where it entered the comatose body of a blond-haired girl.
Yamanaka Ino rose slowly and then smiled obscenely. “Now I’ve found you, you pink-haired BITCH!”
++ END OF CHAPTER 5
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